After a delightful night in the Redwood Forest, we figured the rest of our return journey would be rather rote. It was time to dig in and get to our friend’s house outside of Sacramento where we could take a break from traveling and get some work done. But little did we know what a truly beautiful reminder of a trip we had left. Well, we did rather know. I made a point to route us along the coast for a while before heading inland for a mountain pass. So I knew there would be beaches and seaside views. What I didn’t expect was an elk crossing.
The first signs about elk I thought were just the result random happenstance. A street or a meadow with “Elk” in the name. It wasn’t until we saw the elk crossing sign that I knew we were in for some serious elk action. It wasn’t until the sign that said: “no stopping” that I knew I would have one shot to capture the meadow full of elk that we whizzed past.
Pardon the motion blur. The sign said “no stopping.”